Perhaps it doesn't matter if your sister is obstinate.

I'm going to talk to Shillito." He crossed the veranda, and Mortimer returned to his chair and cigarette.

He did not approve his step-father, but admitted that Cartwright could be trusted to handle a matter like this.

Mortimer's fastidiousness was sometimes a handicap, but Cartwright had none.
Cartwright entered the smoking-room and crossed the floor to a table, at which two or three men stood as if waiting for somebody.

One was young and tall.